The first bridge was not made of threads, but of understanding. The Weavers began to visit each other’s worlds, not to conquer or to convert, but to learn. The Weavers of freedom learned the beauty of order from the Weavers of knowledge. The Weavers of knowledge learned the power of emotion from the Weavers of beauty. And the Weavers of beauty learned the necessity of chaos from the Weavers of freedom. They were all still Weavers, but they were no longer just weavers of threads; they were weavers of worlds, and they were just beginning to understand the paradox of their own creation: that true unity could only be found in the celebration of their diversity.